Title: Ren' Ai Jiken

Authors: Zaxel and Tara Kitaide

genre: romance/humor

Pairing: Ichigo/Renji – Renji/Kon (one sided)

Disclaimer: Tara nor Zaxel are claiming Bleach as theres so SHUT UP AND READ!! Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite.

Warning: Yaoi, language, fantasy violence, crack pairing

Rating: M for possible smut

Dedication: To our fans and friends

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Ichigo grumbled a few curses as he jumped back into his room through the open window. He was late for school, completely late and that damn hollow was such a pain. He was sure to be chewed out again.

Ichigo looked around the room and saw that his body was nowhere to be found. His orange brows knitted to a frown and he scowled. That stupid mod-soul… Kon must have run off with his body again.

Ichigo looked briefly at his alarm clock to check the time. Good; His sisters would have already left by now and his dad was sure to be in his office. He could look for Kon freely without worrying about anyone else. Besides, Karin was really the only one who could see him in Shinigami form.

He walked down the stairs and looked around the living room. Nothing. He then made his way to the kitchen. If anything, he knew Kon would be stuffing his face. But no, he wasn't there ether.

Ichigo turned around and made his way up the stairs again. Maybe the Mod soul was reading porn magazines in the closet again.

Ichigo flopped onto his bed in irritation but instead of hearing the soft thud and creaking of old bed springs, there was a loud yet muffled yelp of pain coming out from under him. Ichigo jumped up quickly, surprised, and put a hand to Zangetsu, ready to draw if need be.

"You're such a fat ass!" Kon complained, climbing out from under the bed.

Ichigo sighed, irritated, and withdrew his stance. "I am not! And what the hell were you doing under my bed? Don't do shit like that!" Ichigo grumbled. "I'm not fat..."

"Whatever, fat ass."

"I am not!" Ichigo snapped. "You know what? Give me back my body!"

"Why should I?" Kon said, glaring fully at Ichigo. "Maybe I don't wanna!"

"That's it." Ichigo pressed his shinigami license to Kon's forehead and stuffed the tiny pill back into the lion plushie. "No more Porn for you."

Ichigo then once again flopped back onto his bed with an exasperated sigh. Thoughts of Renji came back to him as they often did when he was alone. They had been together for awhile now but things changed between people. But that couldn't be right. Ichigo loved Renji, he was sure of it.

His thoughts traced back to the night they'd finally got together. Renji had looked absolutely adorable, his hair in his eyes, the small blush on his cheeks, that lost puppy dog look in his eyes. It was hard to say no to something like that. Ichigo felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth but felt stupid smiling especially with Kon in the room so he suppressed it.

Ichigo was sure he loved Renji but it wasn't that he was irritated with him, he just didn't know how to express himself. He wasn't good at holding hands and hugs and kisses because he wasn't that kind of person. He was naturally very cold when it came to his feelings so when Renji was around, he was at a loss for what to do and it frustrated him to no end.

"Oi, Ichigo."

Ichigo looked up from where he'd buried his face in the pillow at the Mod Soul who now sat on his bed. "What?" He hissed. "If you want something to eat, you should have--"

"It's nothing like that." Kon grumbled, annoyed Ichigo thought so little of him. "It's just... about Renji."

Ichigo raised and eyebrow and maintained an aloof expression as his heart began to beat faster and his head pounded. "Yeah? What about him?"

"Well, he just seems to be hanging around a lot lately, ya know?"

"So? What's that got to do with you?" Ichigo snapped. What the hell is he getting at?

"I'm just saying!" Kon stood up and crossed his plushie arms. "He just seems to be acting kinda weird. Like he's depressed or something." Kon paused and looked at Ichigo, studying his face carefully. "You guys aren't, ya know, fighting or something like that. Are you?"

Ichigo stopped and stared at the Mod Soul as his mind went through turmoil. Did Renji talk to him this morning? Or did he hear something? See something? There's no way this could be a coincidence. Ichigo considered telling him but settled for blowing it off. Insult, Deny, and Forget. That was all he could do right now.

"Why the hell would you care anyway?" Ichigo flopped back into his pillow. "Everything is just fine between Renji and me. Now go... bug Inoue or whatever it is you do."

Kon glared at him but it wasn't his normal pouting glare. He put all his anger and worry into it, staring at Ichigo intently as if he would eventually give in and tell Kon what he already knew. Ichigo could feel Kon's glare on him which just added to his frustration until he looked back at the plushie.

"What?" He grumbled. "What goes on between me and Renji is none of your damn business! Now go read a magazine or something!"

Kon glared at him a moment longer before giving in and hopping off the bed. "Geez, it was just a question ya stupid strawberry. Didn't have to be such a grouch!" He pouted before hopping into the closet.

Ichigo went back to burying his face in the pillow and grumbled.

"This is not my day..."

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Renji was one happy man.

It didn't matter he had had one of the most physically exhausting days of his life or that he had to work his fingers to the bone in Urahara's shop. All day he was floating on cloud nine, his mind in a state of natural high. He was giddy and it must have shown because Ururu asked his constantly is he was fine and of course he was.

Ichigo had FINALLY come out to Renji that morning. He'd FINALY said he loved him too and all the tension between them was gone in a few short minutes. Renji couldn't wait to get back to Ichigo latter that day and tell him how much he loved him. He felt like a cliché and lame fool but he didn't mind if he looked stupid. After all, that's what love did to people. Especially people like Renji who easily fall deep into an emotion.

Renji landed on the window seal of Ichigo's window. It was a little late in the day; The sun had almost completely disappeared from the sky, casting a soft orange glow over the sky. It had been a cloudy day but it seemed to clear up as the sun began to set. The red head shinigami peeked through the window to find Ichigo sitting at his desk like he always seemed to do, cast in an orange glow. He knew by the way Ichigo tapped the pencil against his chin and scratched his head that he was working on homework meaning Renji would have to wait a minute before he could say anything to him. Regardless, he opened the window and slipped through.

"Yo." Renji grinned and sat on the bed.

"Hey." Ichigo waved his hand slightly but his eyes never left his paper.

Renji was a little confused. He thought Ichigo would be extremely happy like he had been been all that afternoon, but it was a greeting like any other. It was the same nonchalant greeting Ichigo always gave him regardless.

He's just shy. Renji thought as he smiled to himself. It did only happen this morning.

He sat on the bed, watching Ichigo silently as the boy worked diligently. Renji didn't mind it in the least bit. He knew best to let Ichigo have his space while he worked. He knew messing with him now would probably only make him lose concentration and school was an important thing to the substitute shinigami so Renji waited.

It wasn't long after, though, that Ichigo closed his text book with a sigh. Renji grinned and stood happily when Ichigo stretched. The red head waisted no time and reached out to Ichigo, wrapping his arms around the boy from behind like he had that morning. He was giddy and couldn't stop grinning like a madman as he sighed against Ichigo's neck. The warm contact between them sent a warm trickle throughout his body that made him feel that natural high again; that which someone could only gain through true happiness and no artificial drug could reproduce.

But something was wrong.

Renji expected to feel Ichigo relax against him, return the embrace, and even tell him he loved him like he had that morning but the boy was completely rigid. Every muscle in Ichigo's body was tense and completely on edge. He could feel and hear the uneven breathing and rapid heart rate in his lover's chest. The only thing he didn't know was why.

Renji tightened his arms around Ichigo and kissed his neck, trying to relax him but it didn't work. Ichigo was still stiff and still, almost like a statue. To Renji, it was like hugging a statue but that wasn't right...

"Ichi?" Renji looked up at Ichigo to find his face frozen in a scowl. "Ichigo, what's wrong?"

Ichigo didn't say anything for a long while. He did sigh and relaxed only slightly but what came next out of the berry's mouth was something Renji hadn't been expecting.

"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked, that annoyed tone in his voice again. One of his cold stiff hands moved from his side to pry Renji's arms off his waist. "I told you not to do stuff like this, it's frustrating."

Renji let his arms fall to his side and straightened. Ichigo turned to look at him and for a moment the shinigami fukutaichou forgot how to breath.

Ichigo still had the same expression in his eyes. That same glint of annoyance and tolerance like that of Kuchiki Byakuya. It was different, much different, from the happy glint that had shone in them that morning. Ichigo didn't just seem annoyed, he looked stressed and angry.

What's up with him? Renji began to panic a little in his head. I thought he'd be calmer now about everything. He seemed fine before I left!

Renji had a million questions running through his head but as Ichigo looked at him with that cold expression, all he could manage was, "What?"

Ichigo scowled and stepped out from his chair to push it in. "I said not to do that." He growled as he turned to fix his bed. "It's annoying."

"A-Annoying?!" Renji all but shouted. "You didn't seem to mind this morning!" Anger was adding to the many emotions swirling thorough Renji's brain. He felt sad and confused but most of all abandoned. Almost betrayed.

Ichigo turned back to Renji. Now he was confused. "This morning? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Why are you playing dumb, Ichigo?" Renji growled. "This morning, before I left! Surely you remember!"

"I'm telling you I don't!" Ichigo snapped back, losing his patience. "You must have been dreaming!"

Renji growled, anger flaring behind his eyes. He didn't understand. Just this morning Ichigo was kissing him and telling him he loved him! Now he was denying everything and Renji felt like he had been played. Was Ichigo really that ashamed of him? "I was not dreaming!" Renji shouted back, a pleading tone in his voice. "I hugged you and you... you told me that you loved me too!"

And before Ichigo could think, before he could stop the words coming out of his mouth, he shouted.

"What? Why the hell would I tell you that?!"

Renji's breathing immediately stopped as the color flushed from his face. His horrible suspicion came to light as he played those words over and over again in his head. So Ichigo was just playing him. He was just lying and toying with his emotions.

Renji's heart began to beat painfully in his chest as realization washed over him. His head was no longer spinning. There was no need for everything was crystal clear to him now. He'd loved Ichigo with everything he'd had but it looked like the young man wasn't in it for a relationship. Renji looked down to the floor boards as tears built up behind his eyes which he desperately fought back. He already looked like a fool, he didn't need to look weak too.

As Renji looked down, Ichigo suddenly realized his words and the color drained from his face as well. That was certainly not what he had wanted to say. He didn't even think before speaking. His mind was just clouded by anger and confusion and before he knew it was just shouting comebacks. There was no way he meant it! Even if he didn't tell Renji he loved him, it didn't change the fact he did.

Ichigo looked at Renji and gapped.

"All this fuckin' time." Renji growled, breaking the silence. "So you were just in it for the sex then? Just looking for a quick fuck?"

Renji tried to keep his voice strong but Ichigo could hear the tremor in it.

"No, Renji--"

"Don't bother." Renji glared down at the floorboards. "I don't need your pity or any shit like that."

Ichigo wanted to say something but his mind drew a blank. If only Renji knew how incredibly wrong he was. He didn't mean to say that. He shouldn't have said that.

Renji turned and walked towards the door, fists clenched tight. He swung the door open with more force then necessary and walked through.

"Renji..." Ichigo called in one last feeble attempt.

"Don't bother." The red head growled, tightening his hold on the door knob. "There's absolutely nothing... you could say." Then he slammed the door and made his way quickly down the stares and out of the house. His footsteps resound in Ichigo's ears before they were gone along with him and Ichigo was left completely alone.

"Renji..." Ichigo sighed, tears in his eyes. "I didn't mean it..."

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A/N: Alright guys! That's it! This chapter was done by Zaxel and SORRY IT WAS SO LATE! TT